CHAPTER FORTY-TWOJessica
Billy was smiling, although he didn’t look quite like
himself. His eyes had an odd glow. As if he were relishing the moment.
The bald man tried turning his head toward the gun. Billy
yelled, “Don’t move, motherfucker! I’ll blow your brains out.”
All I could think to say was, “Thank God you’re here. What took
so long? Where’s your partner?”
“He got delayed. Never mind him.” Billy seemed lit with an
internal fire.
The bald man, who stood frozen to the spot, ventured a thought.
“Look, son. Put the weapon down. Let’s talk about this.”
Billy only jammed the gun harder against the man’s temple.
“Are you really ready to shoot a man in cold blood?” the bald
man asked.
Billy smile widened. A shot roared and echoed through the room.
Bloody grayish brain matter
